Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat

“Mom’s love is unconditional,” I say to Timmy, who trembles against my back in the tiny closet.

“This is a horrible trick!” he cries.

“She should’ve given us treats then, huh Timmy?” I slip the black cat’s severed head into a plastic sack, freeze when I hear her car. “You said yourself, mom loves surprises.”

 

Emma Alder.